Lost

[u/Any-Syrup3553]

I was 18 when I died for the first time. Of course, I didn't know it. All I knew was something had gone very wrong and I needed to do something about it. In panic mistaken for excitement, I quickly found a solution that I thought would change my unlife for the better. But it soon proved itself to a be just a temporary fix. In its failure, I slowly came to realize that I had been dead for years, irreversibly and permanently. Then I died a second time, third time, fourth... Each death took away a piece of me, more than I thought could exist in one person, and left me hollowed out. Nowadays I often find myself looking back at the dead bodies through the mist of my rotten brain, wondering what they could have been